Cigarettes

this is one of those tricky poems. If you figure it out then write it in the review... it has a secret meaning i hope you pick up on that

 

Cigarettes

 

I see cigarettes walking around the block

The 72’s short and sturdy with confidence

The menthols, paper loose hanging low 

Always ready to give you that minty but satisfying taste

Light 100’s annoying

Always stay around way to long

Putting them out however is a sin

Which results in poor judgment

 

There is always that one cigarette

That spews more arsenic and rat poisoning

Then most nicotine sticks

Wrapped in a nice silver and green box

Until you open the cardboard

And realize you got your self into something

That was just for the flashy packaging

 

A perfect cigarette white the whole way across

The filling perfect in the most slender kind of way

The tobacco just absolutely satisfying

Mentally physically and spiritually

A parliament light if I want to get

Politically correct

The recessed filter hides the shame inside

Finding the perfect cigarette you bust out the

Bic motorcycle lighter.

In an endless addiction you try to

Flame up your f*g

But for some UN godly reason

It refuses to join you in harmony

In a madness of rage you accidentally snap

Your parliament in your hand

Leaving you unsatisfied and miserable! 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

hollllla at your boy

Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

Christ, you've made me want a f*g and I haven't smoked for 9 months!! Bah!

Great piece, though.
"Wrapped in a nice silver and green box Until you open the cardboard And realize you got your self into something That was just for the flashy packaging" I loved that part! Reminds me of a nasty brand I used to smoke...

As for the hidden meaning... I kind of have an idea, but I'm probably wrong! I usually am! My own interpretation is normally way off centre.

But, like I said, this was a great piece!

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I really like this. It definitely captures the essence of smoking.

[♥ Courtney &hear..]

I like it a lot. You said it has a meaning and for some odd reason i cant help but think its about women maybe? Like, the girlfriend who always sticks around to long after its over, or the girl you thought was one thing but it just turned out to be what was on the outside that you were seeing. I dunno I'm never right with these kinds of things anyways but I still really liked the poem. :-D

-Court

[TamerQtaish]

I am a heavy smoker and I am trying to quit for gods sake lol
Beautiful bro
Truly a piece of art,
bravo, although smoking as beautiful it is, I must say it sucks in so many way if you know what i mean

All the best,
Tamer Qtaish

[Raef C. Boylan]

If I'm close with my interpretation, I think it's quite a clever piece, as it can be applied in the literal sense - i.e. to actual cigarettes, or pretty much to anything. I'm thinking people, but another reviewer below mentioned addictions in general (people are kind of bad habit, us being a social species an' all) and I could see that working too.
Great descriptions and contemporary, cynical narrative.
Thanks for posting this, and thanks for reviewing my piece.

p.s.
"Always stay around way to long" (to = too?)

[Erin]

Nice sort of double intendres; i didnt expect this much depth, very descriptive, a good piece.
I think you would like road trip or the just desert on my site.
=]

[Kelsey]

I know how I interpret it, but I'm probably way off base.
Very good writing, I hope you write more stuff like it.

[jen -- JG]

Well! Who's been a naughty boy then? leading us all down the garden path, talking about cigarettes, making us believe you were talking about smoking, relationships, women etc, etc .

I think you are talking about those, yes, but also really about --- ahem sex?........

I think the secret here is that you met what you thought was the right person - but who was more poisonous on the inside even though the packaging was perfect - and you were caught deeper than you wanted to be.

Then you find another who again seems perfect but burns inside with a hidden shame and although you are ready -.......... nothing-

You try to ignite passion but are left ------------dangling in the wind - so to speak.

You are frustrated, and angry at the change of mind so in the stress of the moment you accidently kill your potential lover.

And of course you are unsatisfied and miserable as a result.


The alternative suggestion is a bit of "solo sex" that didn't work.

An entertaining read - with or without "its secret"

well done

Jen-JG

[Steffi]

I thought this was a really creative idea. It was humorous in its own way and really made me wanna go out and have a smoke :DD


((Thanks for reviewing my work))

[The Lovely Sound Of Cra..]

Your metaphors are friggin great. I loved this write dude.

At first I was hoping it be an anti-smoking piece. That's why I clicked it. I was looking for a reason to quit smoking, but instead your poetry has made me feel a little more addicted. lol

"Bic motorcycle lighter.
In an endless addiction you try to
Flame up your f*g
But for some UN godly reason
It refuses to join you in harmony
In a madness of rage you accidentally snap
Your parliament in your hand
Leaving you unsatisfied and miserable! "

So this hidden meaning...
Could it be about woman?

Madness and rage... something that OJ has done... if you catch my drift... *cough* NICOLE *cough*

Although his might not have been so "accidental."

Haha! Bic huh?

Very nice. Very nice...

I don't know if I'm right, or just being a pervert about the whole "bic" thing.

Anyways, again... awesome write. Props.

[Pinky]

yeah thank i am going to go smoke now...camal mellows are yummy... and i cant quit either... its lame...very good...described it prefect...